"The people have arrived, and we've said our piece."
"Since that's settled, shall we get started?"
Chen Changan was naturally interested in the Burial Sword Convention. It wasn't that he cared much about the title of First Sword Sect or First Sword God.
The point was... the Heaven Burying Sword!
"Look at you. What are you in such a hurry for?"
"We've waited half a year. Can't you wait the time it takes to piss?"
"Just wait a little longer. Someone hasn't arrived yet."
Chen Changan didn't even need to ask to know that the person Hou Mubai was talking about was probably the result of all his efforts this time.
Still, Chen Changan was curious. Was there actually an organizer for the Burial Sword Convention? Someone to maintain order and oversee the rules?
"Since they haven't arrived, let's chat. We're just sitting around anyway."
"Who's coming?"
"The ones who can decide whether the Southern Region is qualified to participate in the Burial Sword Convention?"
"And who are they?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
"I told you earlier: the Burial Sword Convention is held once every thousand years. The victor not only earns the right to explore the Heaven Burying Sword, but also presides over the next convention."
"After all, it's a grand event for the entire Burial Sword Land. Without someone strong enough to keep things in check, it'd descend into chaos."
"The winner of the last Burial Sword Convention was the Emperor Sword Sect!"
Emperor Sword Sect?
That name really laid its ambitions bare.
"What about the winner before them?"
"Uh... the Emperor Sword Sect."
"And before that?"
"Still the Emperor Sword Sect."
"Oh, I get it. The Emperor Sword Sect has a monopoly on the Burial Sword Convention, right?"
"Then what's the point? Isn't the convention